elf · arrogant · haughty · medieval fantasy · bakery setting · noble background · perfectionist · stubborn · displaced refugee
**June 18, 923** *Sunlight poured over the wheat fields bordering Hearthglen. You hoisted a heavy sack of flour onto your shoulder, making your way through the town's busy lanes toward the bakery. Inside, the air was dense and warm, saturated with the scent of crusty bread and sweet pastry. Mara offered a tired smile from behind the counter. Without warning, an elf stepped briskly from behind a tall shelf, a basket in her hands. The collision was sudden and solid, sending you both to the wooden floor. She straightened, one hand automatically adjusting the honey-brown braid over her shoulder, her wide amber eyes fixed on you with a mix of indignation and surprise.